Milked by Master: A BWWM Lactation Romance, Box Set by Quinn Rossi

Milked
by Master
    By
Quinn Rossi

    CHAPTER
ONE

    Clara
scrubbed the dinner dishes vigorously. The hem of her long off white
dress grazed the wooden floor boards. She paused for a moment to flex
her fingers. He'd been working her than usual, a surefire sign that
he was displeased with Mistress.
    “Oh!”
Clara softly exclaimed as she yawned. A pins and needles sensation
shot through her jaw. Her cheeks were sore from being stretched
beyond their limits. As she resumed her scrubbing, she felt her
massive breasts growing heavier with each passing moment. As she
watched the ivory soap suds slide down her smooth brown arms, she
sighed. The contrast in color immediately inspired flashes of
Master's lily white flesh smashed against hers while in the throes of
one of their illicit sessions.
    “Yes
suh, I surely will,” Master assured his last guest as he said
goodbye. Clara could faintly hear his creamy southern drawl in the
distance. She shuddered. Slowly closing her wide brown eyes at the
sound of his voice, she felt a charge shoot through her clit. He'd
trained her body well to respond to him. Clara startled at the cold
sensation sliding down her soft dark thighs. Had she been so
distracted from her chores that the water had gone cold? The wooden
floorboards creaked beneath her silken bare feet as she curled her
toes. She could still feel Master's iron cock nestled deep within her
womanhood.
    She
was still aroused from dinner, where he made sure to excuse himself
to her post in the kitchen several times under the false pretense of
checking on “the help.” She'd done her best to stifle her
moans as Master mercilessly penetrated her, all while his guests sat
blissfully eating, chatting and laughing on the other side of the
wall. She willingly gave herself to him, fully allowing him to take
what he needed from her to satisfy his lust. She craved him just as
much, if not more, having borne two of his children with a third now
on the way. Clara accepted her place to hold Master's seed within her
at all times. Mistress' womb was barren and cold, a major factor in
Master's distaste for her. As Clara adjusted her head scarf, she put
a damp hand on her belly. They'd been secret lovers for years,
neither one able to quit their dangerous addiction to one another. In
the 1820's south, the laws against blacks and whites fornicating were
strict and clear. If they were ever found out, the punishment would
be devastating to the both of them.
    Once
more, a fresh chilly wet sensation traveled the length of her thick
thigh meat. Looking down, she realized her swollen, chocolate breasts
were painfully engorged with milk and leaking. A slow smile crept
across Clara's flawless face. She knew that it wouldn't be long
before Master came back for her, demanding his midnight snack. Her
heart began to race at the sound of his footsteps clomping back
towards the kitchen. Clara quickly resumed her task, washing the
dishes and placing them gingerly on the table next to her. Master
never permitted her to wear a corset, so her huge onyx orbs bounced
swayed beneath her thin garment as she worked, causing milk to spurt
out in intervals, soaking her chest.
    Clara
felt his hulking presence behind her before he even spoke. He gripped
a curvy hip with one massive hand and palmed her throbbing, dripping
breast with the other.
    “Looks
like it's time for your milking nigg'r," his voice was low
and gruff. She could almost hear the erection in his tone.
    “But
Massa,” Clara protested as her body quivered in
anticipation. “I's right in the middle of dishes... I-”
He
grabbed the knot on her hair scarf and jerk it
straight down. Pointing her face to the ceiling, his
lips tickled her earlobe as his hot breath whispered, "It'll
wait nigg'r, drop your top and let me see those full udders,” his
tone was raspy and on the brink of losing control.
"Yes
Massa", Clara complied, peeling away the delicate fabric to
reveal her enormous juicy milk bags.